novelzi Chapter 45 Killing The Two Experts
Chapter 45 Killing The Two Experts
Meanwhile, only two enemies remained standing before Wen Ran. Both of them were panting heavily, their bodies weary from the relentless battle. They exchanged a brief look, then glanced at the elder, their anger rising as they saw Wu Xiaohui flee, abandoning them mid-fight. He had jumped the wall and ran like a coward, his tail between his legs.
They cursed their service to this fool, cursed his family, but most of all—they cursed the demon god standing before them.
With a silent nod, they exchanged a plan, silently agreeing on their final, desperate attack. Using the last of their strength, they combined their powers, launching a devastating blast at Wen Ran—a crimson snake made of flames and a boulder-sized rock rocketed toward him.
Wen Ran, with a calmness that unnerved them, dodged the attacks effortlessly. His eyes never left them as they moved. He saw the two cowards darting through the gate, abandoning their duties.
These kinds of strategies made Wen Ran chuckle.
The sound was cold, like the echo of a predator that had just cornered its prey. It was a laugh of disdain, as if he already knew what would happen next.
The moment they turned their backs, Wen Ran's warning rang true "Never show your back to your enemy."
As they fled in fear, not expecting Wen Ran to chase after them, two blood streaks shot through the air with terrifying speed. They were faster than anything they could dodge—the attacks didn't just fly toward them; they seemed to track their every movement.
The powerful energy slammed into his dantian, making Wen Ran sweat. He could barely hold on without breaking through to the next stage.
If a powerful expert had witnessed Wen Ran's actions at that moment, they would have seen him as a walking disaster. A talent so terrifying, it would either bring about chaos across the world or unite it under his rule. Either way, someone with that kind of power was a threat that could shatter the balance of the world. Wen Ran was an unstoppable force.
Deep within the heart of the Fang Palace, an old man sat cross-legged, his eyes shut in deep meditation. The chamber around him was designed to isolate him from all external disturbances, ensuring absolute focus. Yet, just as he reached the critical juncture of his cultivation, an aura—so potent it sent a shiver down even his spine—erupted through the void, shattering his concentration.
His eyes snapped open. A frail figure, skin shriveled like withered parchment, a long beard and hair of ashen gray—he looked like a corpse long past its time. And yet, in that instant, blood spurted from his lips, his qi violently thrown into disarray. His spiritual energy churned in disorder, on the verge of a breakthrough, yet now teetering at the brink of collapse.
That aura... Fang Jinyao!
A deep fear gripped his bones. That sacred, divine presence—one he had nurtured with everything at his disposal—had flared so chaotically that even he trembled. He had placed her above all, not as family, but as the future of their lineage, showering her with endless resources, molding her into the pillar of their clan. And yet, her spiritual energy now surged with wild turbulence, as if disturbed by something... no, someone.
Then, another presence emerged—one so vile, so drenched in malice, it was the complete opposite of Jinyao's.
A demonic cultivator? Here? In my city?